The interior of Conscience Hall seemed ordinary, but numerous pockets of space had actually been established here by a supreme technique.

Every single pocket of space was like a small world that was isolated from the outside word, and one would be unable to notice anything that occurred in the outside world upon being confined within them.

Within one of the pockets of space.

Clang! Clang!

Wind and snow suffused the surroundings while a wave of clear and soft music from a zither drifted up into the air.

Zuoqiu Xue sat beneath an ancient and magnificent tree with a zither laid out in front of her. Her fair hands were lightly plucking the zither’s strings while she maintains a calm and composed appearance, and her movements were smooth like flowing water.

Chen Lingjun sat on the ground at the side while listening to the tune of the zither, and he stared blankly at her in silence.

Snow fluttered through the air while the pair of husband and wife enjoyed the tune of the zither beneath an ancient tree, and a rhythmic tune that carried otherworldly and distant emotion curled up into the air and resounded through the surroundings.

But in next to no time, this scene was destroyed by a wave of clamorous clapping.

“Enjoying the zither beneath...